verse1 In a little cabaret in a South Texas border town
Sat a boy and his guitar and the people came from all around
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Were slippin' 'way from home and puttin' jewelry in hock
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To the little dark-haired boy who played the Tennessee flat top box
And he would play
verse2 Well, he couldn't ride or wrangle, and he never cared to make a dime
But give him his guitar, and he'd be happy all the time
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